(On, Contridiction)

(On, Contradiction)

 

(This is the part where I shall write so the bestial animals cannot hear my speech. How many types of different people comprised each army? How many of them switch sides every minute? Every hour? Every day? Month? Year? This truly is a duality that cannot surpass the broadening generalities of a good and an evil. Yet, a watcher among the forest of trees, I myself cannot bring my thoughts to even begin to decide what is good, what is right, what is bad, what is wrong. So who am I?

                These are my findings thus far anyways for when I watch and listen. Each time there are more and more deciding factors. The world here becomes full of contradiction for some men are classified as both. How can this be? There are too many things that will classify these beings. How can they soak it all in? There will be none left if this keeps up I’m afraid.  I fear they are beginning to smell my scent though. There have been scouts coming closer and closer to this position.

                It is now my turn to move.)

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[Celtic Cat]

woah. Sounds like you're onto something big here. Although it's written very small....like a secret. Shhh...they are gaining ground...I'll hold them back for you...carry on soilder, carry on.